Post by Deleted on May 6, 2023 3:41:25 GMT -5
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“Not FUCKING doing it!” Sonya’s doppelganger, Regina Wallis, paced the lavish abode furnished by the vile bitch she protested.
“Need I remind you of your purpose?” Benson warned.
Sonya’s body-double continued pacing, head wagging.
“You don’t need to remind me of a bloody thing!” Regina screeched, her non-American accent surfacing despite her year long bid to rid it per requirement of the deal. “You’re bringing a baby into this and you want ME to strap her on and possibly get it hurt. What the FUCK is your major malfunction?!?”
Regina stopped and squared up to Sonya, shaking her head in dissent and disbelief of the horrendous plot by the cruel woman. Had Regina been smarter, she'd have accepted the demand and then match time, unstrap the baby from herself and duke it out with Atara the right way. Her mind was too splintered in the moment though. Regina may pass for Sonya physically, but when it comes to cunning outside of combat, she couldn’t be farther from the Covetous Cunt.
“I’m a badass. That’s why you hired me for this shit, but even with my combative skills Atara would be a tough fight. And now you wanna make things personal with her this close to Mother’s Day? You wanna give her a passion she hasn’t had yet to rip your face off? And then throw me in there with her? Hell muthafucking no!”
Regina saw her jaw tighten and knew threats were coming, but she interjected.
”You’re panicking cause she hasn’t responded. You think she’s plotting something yeah?
”I’m not panicking but I’m aware Page or Raven could pull something, which is why you’re my insurance policy. It’ll behoove you to do this.”
Subtle threat.
”Don’t mess with me or I’ll call Page and your daddy and the media… I’ll spill the tea on our clandestine deal. I might even pull a Sonya and lie my ass off, maybe tell them I’ve fought all your matches for you!”
That rocked Sonya. She struggled to remain poised but Regina smelled it.
”Handle your shit with Atara. After that I’m fighting the rest of your matches for you and then our deal is done. I’m tired of sitting in this luxurious cage. I’m a warrior, not a slave of comfort. Clear?”
Sonya balled her fists but quelled the urge to clobber her.
”Crystal.” She answered through gritted teeth before storming from the room wondering what in the hell just happened!
The scene opens to the ancient cobble stoned roads in the Old Town of Rhodes, Greece. No, Sonya hasn’t placed a woeful spell upon a small village here, she hasn’t reached that echelon of evil yet. She’s here to kick Atara while she’s down. She already has Atara in a hostage situation, using the fan favorite’s own baby against her in their upcoming match, but that is, well, just not good enough for our intrepid villainess.
Not when Atara has yet to forfeit the match. She’s come a long way to be a menace, and so we continue to watch as the gorgeous aristocrat, clad in tourist attire with TV Championship around the waist, marches into the main display and stops in front of the grandiose statue of Aphrodite -The goddess whom her opponent takes their moniker after.
“Pfft.” Sonya scoffs with contempt, like she’s offended by the monolith’s presence despite her being the one who sought it out. Norris and Smith take her lead and scoff as well, Three Stooges style. It’s only now, when she fully turns toward the camera, that we see the Ismini Eirene Raven baby look-a-like strapped to her torso.
Yes, it’s a real baby whom Sonya has rented from a destitute family for the day. Cholo would be proud of her. Sonya's using it for training purposes. Gotta get that teamwork down. Totally not a prop. No cap, the baby looks just like Atara’s doesn’t it? Virtually identical as the great Mike Goldberg would say.
“I don’t get it, Atara. Why name yourself after her? Aphrodite was evil. When Hippolytus refused to worship her, she forced his mother to fall in love with him, which caused both of them to commit suicide. She cheated on her husband Hephasteus relentlessly. She regularly turned people into animals and cursed rape victims to kill their children. What aspect of her are you the ‘incarnation’ of exactly?”
She perks a bitchy brow and circles the statue as she continues.
“Is it the Goddess of Love part? Hmm. No. If you loved your little girl you’d be there for her. You wouldn’t pawn her off to your husband who in turn pawns her off to another Raven in the trash-nest. You wouldn’t be filling your life with pole dances at the Rabbit or dancing smuttily in the endzone of LFL games. You’d be spending as much time as possible with her when not wrestling, and you damn sure wouldn’t be silent after my announcement on Brawl.”
The Aristocrat judges Atara with a Bitch Face and follows it with a dismissive motion.
“Is it the Goddess of Beauty part then? PFFFT! Definitely not. Seriously, you and Aphrodite are the two most iconic ‘butterfaces’ in history. Great bodies, sure, but those faces? Gee willikers! Just look at her..”
Benson gestures to the sculpture.
“Fug-ug-ug-ly! And then look at you..”
“You look like trailer trash who just got done arranging new cinder blocks under your home. You and your repugnant Alvin the Chipmunk teeth. Facts are facts: you have a million dollar body but a ten cent face. Oh and I vehemently stand behind my previous statements about you being of Whoville lineage. I present exhibit A: “
“And yes, I’m the Grinch but you’re not gonna save Christmas this time Atara Lou Who.”
Having made her way back to face the effigy, she sneers at it. The baby strapped to her finally senses the evil permeating from Sonya and throws a wild eyed fit, breaking Benson from her staredown.
“Hush you little horror-creature!”
She aggressively shoves a pacifier into its mouth.
“You know what? How the heck did you even get this title opportunity anyway? That was rhetorical but let’s examine this bull malarkey. You inexplicably ‘earned’ a contender match *coughJamesRavencough* against Kim Pain by defeating…”
Erects three fingers.
“Terry Boredom, who died 34 years ago but had so many drugs in him that he still resembles a life-like creature.”
Retracts one finger.
“You bested the girl whose name sounds like a soap brand.”
The name’s Zara Ivory but Sonya can’t be bothered remembering. She retracts the second finger, leaving only one left standing - the middle one- held up in the world’s oldest “salute.”
“And then there’s what’s her face from nobody cares.”
Enhancement talent Baretta Blade is whom she speaks of but dares not besmirch her tongue uttering the disgraceful name.
“That’s who you defeated to get a contender shot. Reprehensible! While you were getting your shoulders stapled to the mat by the likes of Ace Skye and Addy Andrews among others, both of whom I defeated, I was being dragged through murderers row defeating Buster Gloves and Cholo Santanna against all odds. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the handicap match your flatulence-brained husband booked me in against you and Shay, a battle I miraculously won. Not only have I defeated you before, I’ve defeated others who’ve defeated you. Jeez. You didn’t deserve a contender-match, you squalid slag, and you don’t deserve this title shot. Heck, your stint in singles was such a colossal failure they hurled you into the tag division, but you stunk it up too.”
The more she thinks about it, the more her ire grows over the favoritism.
“And now? Poof. You’re M.I.A. on Twitter and Brawl and everywhere when your daughter, your husband, the WGWF, and your fans need you. Yes, I hate this sport. Yes, I loathe this title around my waist despite the joy it brings me when I see fans angry about it. But gosh damn, at least I’m professional about this god awful job, this prison sentence I’ve been forced into! Ever since you won at WW8, I’ve had to carry your lazy carcass through promotional events and Twitter and everywhere else. I’m doing your job and mine. Are you even gonna show up? Don’t get me wrong, I’d love it if you didn’t. You should’ve already forfeited for the sake of your daughter…. but it begs a question that transcends this Monday. What if you win this title or any title in WGWF? Are you gonna inexplicably vanish again without so much as a blurb one day? If you don’t pull a disappearing act, are you gonna be ‘Inconsistent Atara’ that your shoddy win-loss ratio in this wretched company testifies to? Are you gonna mentally fold and second guess your entire existence like you did when Flynn verbally eviscerated you in his vignette?”
She taps her chin.
“Yanno, I wonder what you’re even doing right now? Off searching for another gimmick infringement since being Atara Themis is bland as regular flavored oatmeal? Are you gonna rush the ring in Ultimate Atara mode again and be like THE ROCKET FUEL OF THE ATARA-ITES GASSES MY SHIP TO CRASH LAND ON YOU SONYA BENSON RACKLE RACKLE RACKLE!”
She does a wild set of military press lifts overhead while thrashing her head like she’s in a heavy metal concert. The outburst scares the shit out of the baby strapped to her, forcing it to spit the pacifier out and start crying again. Sonya yanks the object from the dirty floor, doesn’t bother cleaning it, and shoves it back in its mouth.
“Maybe you’ll be Under-Atara and you’ll make me rest….. In…… peeeaaacceeeee!”
Sonya spooky dead-man eye rolls.
“Maybe since we’ll be in L.A. for Brawl, you’ll emerge as L.A. Themis and yell ‘YEEEEEAH’ obnoxiously every 3.2 seconds? Hmmp. No. Too cheap even for you. I got it; you’ll arrive as LeBron Themis and make sportsball analogies about dribbling me across the mat and slam dunking me pillar-to-post.”
A mocking scoff.
“Whatever cockamamie schtick you pull out of your botched booty will need to stand the test of your love for Ismini. I added the joint custody and godmother stipulations to expedite your decision to forfeit, but honestly, if you don’t and still lose, it’ll be a blessing in disguise for Ismini. She’ll need a mother-figure. Who’s gonna teach her how to respect herself and show her how to make a man earn her trust and her love? You? Hell no. Let’s face it, you’re not known for your redundant Greek proverbs, your dozen championship reigns, your many top-list wrestler awards, your in-ring prowess, your 8x Star of the Month accolades, nor any motherly virtues. You’re known for this…”
“Masturbation material for grease pellets who think women with slut-fit bodies and six miles of makeup on is beautiful. Well, you’re also known for your patriotism for Greece I guess, a culture steeped in child sex, Bronze Bull torture, bloodless crucifixions, tossing babies from cliffs, and the worship of innumerable deities that you and those before you are too mentally deficient to realize aren’t real. Don’t believe me on the latter, Atara?”
Sonya head-bobs to Smith and he uses a rope to lasso the Aphrodite statue and pulls it down, shattering it. Benson looks skyward, dares for wrath, nothing happens.
“See?”
God-tier punishment doesn’t come, but police do. Apparently it’s against the law to do such things in Greece. Normally she’s above the law, being a one percenter and all, but they still try to arrest her. The cunning minx tosses the Ismini look-alike baby at them and flees to her up-armored luxury vehicle with her entourage. They pile in but are surrounded by police vehicles. No biggie. Sonya is pals with Elon. He’s hooked her up. The vehicle morphs into an air-mobile and they fly away.